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- Ah! if your eye should e’er these lines survey, by Matilda Betham
- Ah! les oarystis! les premières maîtresses! by Paul Verlaine
- Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring by Rupert Brooke
- Ah! once again the long left wires among, by Henry Kirk White
- Ah! Reyenita, do not charge by Madge Morris Wagner
- Ah! vraiment c’est triste, ah! vraiment ça finit trop mal. by Paul Verlaine
- Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair, by Robert Greene
- Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress by William Cowper
- Ah! who is he by Cynthia’s gleam by Thomas Gent
- Ah, bird singing late in the gloam by John Freeman
- Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! by Edgar Allan Poe
- Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit by Sir Charles Sedley
- Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, by Robert Browning
- Ah, Douglass, we have fall’n on evil days, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, empty are the mother’s arms by Alfred Castner King
- Ah, from the niggard tree of Time by Edith Wharton
- Ah, had you seen the Coolun, by Sir Samuel Ferguson
- Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Ah, holy midnight of the soul, by George MacDonald
- Ah, how sweet it is to love! by John Dryden
- Ah, I have changed, I do not know by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . by Vachel Lindsay
- Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, Moon—and Star! by Emily Dickinson
- Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom by D. H. Lawrence
- Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see by Robert Herrick
- Ah, Necromancy Sweet! by Emily Dickinson
- Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, poor Love, why dost thou live, by Sir Philip Sidney
- Ah, she was music in herself, by Vachel Lindsay
- Ah, stern, cold man, by D. H. Lawrence
- Ah, Teneriffe! by Emily Dickinson
- Ah, that Time could touch a form by William Butler Yeats
- Ah, they are passing, passing by, by Vachel Lindsay
- Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see! by George MacDonald
- Ah, what avails the sceptred race! by Walter Savage Landor
- Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, by John Keats
- Ah, where be Beldham now, and Brett, by Andrew Lang
- Ah, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great? by James Clarence Mangan
- Ah, wherefore with infection should he live, by William Shakespeare
- Ah, who shall sound the hero’s funeral march? by George Parsons Lathrop
- Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain, by Christina Rossetti
- Ah, yes, ‘t is sweet still to remember, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day; by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born by Hattie Howard
- Ah,—shuddering men that falter and shrink so by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Aha! a traitor in the camp, by Eugene Field
- Ain’t it nice to have a mammy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ain’t nobody nevah tol’ you not a wo’d a-tall, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Air a-gittin’ cool an’ coolah, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Air and sky are swathed in gold by Emma Lazarus
- Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, by Emily Dickinson
- Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; by Charles Kingsley
- Airs, that wander and murmur round, by William Cullen Bryant
- Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, by William Shakespeare
- Alack-A-Day for poverty! by Don Marquis
- Alas for the voyage, O High King of Heaven, by Douglas Hyde
- Alas! I am only a rhymer, by Robert Service
- Alas! I see that thrushes three by Robert Service
- Alas, ’tis cold and dark! by George MacDonald
- Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there, by William Shakespeare
- Alas, but though my flying song flies after, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
- Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, by Anne Bradstreet
- Alas, for us no second spring, by Andrew Lang
- Alas, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep! by George MacDonald
- Albeit nurtured in democracy, by Oscar Wilde
- Alessandra. Thou art sad, Castiglione. by Edgar Allan Poe
- Alexis calls me cruel; by William Cullen Bryant
- Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines, by William Drummond
- Alice, dear, what ails you, by Robert Graves
- All are architects of Fate, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- All are limitory, but each has her own by W. H. Auden
- All are not taken; there are left behind by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- All beauty calls you to me, and you seem, by Sara Teasdale
- All but Death, can be Adjusted— by Emily Dickinson
- All Circumstances are the Frame by Emily Dickinson
- All day he lay upon the sand by Robert Service
- All day I hear the noise of waters by James Joyce
- All day long I have been working, by Amy Lowell
- All day long in fog and wind, by Carl Sandburg
- All day long when the shells sail over by Robert Service
- All day low clouds and slanting rain by John Charles McNeill
- All day on my pillow I wearily lay, by Madge Morris Wagner
- All day the nations climb and crawl and pray by G. K. Chesterton
- All day the rain came down on Joyous Gard, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- All day upon the garden bright by Archibald Lampman
- All day with brow of anxious thought by Robert Service
- All day, all day, round the clacking net by Archibald Lampman
- All de night long twell de moon goes down, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- All dripping in tangles green, by Herman Melville
- All faintly through my soul to-day, by Sidney Lanier
- All for me the bumble-bee by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- All forgot for recollecting by Emily Dickinson
- All Greece hates by H. D.
- All her corn-fields rippled in the sunshine, by Christina Rossetti
- All her hours were yellow sands, by Dorothy Parker
- All holy influences dwell within by Sir Aubrey De Vere
- All hot and grimy from the road, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- All human things are subject to decay, by John Dryden
